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Swass
03:44
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Don't waste your saliva with empty words
I catched the paraphrase and i don't trust you at all
It's funny that i say this
Ain't ironic that i say that:
all these snakes around me you're the only one i wanted beheaded
It's nice to know that you're still behind my back
Waiting for the silence to cut my scrag
And fall asleep with your with a rope my neck
But these thoughts keep me awake
The colors turned to grey
I am a coward when it comes to be
Just ease my mindless being
Sap you are worthless
Oh
I spell my guilt
You want me death i wont complain
I wont say anything
I am a simple witness
And when my knife is my lungs
I will delve into the sore
And my bloody nails will mark your visage
Don't fight for something already dead
I will sacrifice my eyes just to meet you see the truth
I have no feelings to flay because my demons are playing dead before drowning them
You, my friend, are dead to me
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Rope
03:41
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Failure ir the ghost i wear
But i have no fear of it
Im only scared,only scared
Of the ashes ive made after burning my past away
Born grow and die, simple as the writting of a child, bleagh
And i have to admit
That im tired of fight
With nothing to die for
Time is unstopable, like water or the scar of a knife wound
We go like we come
Alone and white like a paper unwriten
Killing me, drinking(draining me, bleeding and thinking)and thinking, about my life, cause it wasnt worth it or meant so much like your lips on my neck, like your lips on neck
Like a rope on the time, cause twelve oclock has never been so close, to me
I am nothing, of everything i ever wanted to be
I would dig a thousand holes, to find me
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Grey
04:23
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May you never fully reach this kind of nothingness
That holds my being caught between my feet
And my well intented isolation. Isolation
It's just that lately I've been feeling that this lack of purpose is giving my time here.
A certain taste of sour,
As the point of moving forward
And take the next step becomes blurred over here.
And just maybe im getting used to this strange shade of grey
That fully colours everything, everything around me
Like alienation from the current
We're the only getaway
Like an endless cycle, only healed by my faith
And just lately I've been feeling that this lack of purpose in my life is becoming the basis to change my mind
Fill this absence in my soul, draw me away from the shade
And save me, save me! From insignificance
May you never fully reach this kind of nothingness
That holds my being caught between my feet
lately I've been feeling that this lack of purpose is giving my time here.
A certain taste of sour,
As the point of moving forward
And take the next step, becomes blurred on this perspective.
Save me!
This should be nothing, but another chance to bloom, and restart, restart the process again, to make the difference with the ones not really care about my shade
And what has made me who i am
Made me who i am
Made me who i am
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Orphan
05:04
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Crust, on my skin,
result of searching constantly, the blood line,
used to seal this pact.
I asked myself to fight against the cáncer, or let It watch me die
Ive never expected too much from someone like you -
you made my bed , just to see how i burned in It
digging your stab in my back
while this silence, only heals my problems
Maybe im grey ,but its just because this Life became so fucking sad,
they came up with loyal faces, leaving like completely strangers
And You cant stare at me the same way ,x2
I can face the consequences of what ive done,
but the pressure seems overwhelming, when i come home.
More or less alone.
I whispered in her ear : take care, who you trusted mother
I'd spit in the face of those i spent my youth with,
better more alone
I whispered in her ear, take care who you trusted,
but she was already víctim, of deceive,
victim of decieve,
i hope you're sick yourself
Resuming all my arguments,
Beyond your contradictions,.
I ve never seen , a simple show of honest compromise .
pretending to be,
something that you owned,
but you could never stand,
for nothing at all
So dont comeback, knocking on my door,
a walking contradiction, that is what i own,
I've seen my vibe ending
when It was already dead, so bury me with it
ill take the blame, but you will swallow your pride for a long time
Leave your bones exposed,you dug your early grave.
I will always keep my convictions,
i will never give the bottom of my breath for your fiction
You made my bed just to see how i burned in it, take care Who you trusted mother.
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Outlines Ourense, Spain
Jesús Grova-Vocals
Carlos Picouto-Guitar
Mario Gómez-Guitar
Javier Lozano-Bass
Julio Bouzo-Drums
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